I sat up today.
I sat up today.
Four physiotherapists came to my room. They started to move me with the determination of putting my feet flat on the floor. They turned me, and for a moment I sat on the bed, with my feet on the floor, staring ahead of me. I have to say, I felt proud and amazed and incredibly dizzy.
When I first came to London to work in the theatre, I was a stage manager on a magnificent production Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. Every night, seeing the actor trying to untangle himself from his new spiky black limbs, was like witnessing a macabre dance. Little did I know, years later, sitting up straight on the edge of a bed, I would undergo my own personal metamorphosis.
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